Tyler Hamilton, having come clean at last, wants his old Tour teammate to follow suit and reveal all

WE HAVE come to a place in the mountains near Missoula, Montana. Forest-fire
smoke hangs in the air and in the dulled sunlight I tell him something
that’s been on my mind for eight or nine years. “Of all the guys in the US
Postal team who lied, your lies were the hardest to stomach,” I say. There
is sadness in his eyes, a feeling that Tyler Hamilton can’t find words for.

Unlike Lance Armstrong, he couldn’t simply mouth the non-denials (“I’ve been
tested x-number of times”), the evasions (“I’ve performed at the same level
throughout my career”). No, Tyler Hamilton wanted us to understand he would
not take drugs because he was a good man. He would say: “Anyone who knows me
knows I could never do that.” His honesty was more apparent than real.